Puerto Rico, Of You I Sing
My land breathes poetry,
with its natural and spiritual wonders.
When I am in the mountains of Urayoán,
the wind dances among the trees,
sings through the leaves,
and carries the rhythm of my island.
My soul dances in harmony
with this vibrant and eternal landscape.
In the island\'s south, Ponce,
the Caribbean Sea—a turquoise mantle—
embraces and crashes against the rocks,
proclaiming its beauty and vastness
with snowy foams.
At night,
the stars twinkle
as eternal witnesses
to nights that feel warm and clear.
On rainy nights in my town,
the calls of coquí frogs
bring life to every drop
that kisses the earth.
Dawn paints the sky
as the sun peeks out,
casting golden light
onto the calm trees in the mountains.
It carries a fresh aroma of coffee
that awakens memories and dreams.
In the embrace of the mountains,
the lush landscape—a quiet sanctuary—
alive with the songs of sheltering birds.
The rivers move softly,
with a watery murmur of elegance,
born from their sensuous journey
over the rocky bed.
The wind carries a soft whooshing
through the branches,
as the sun threads golden light
through canopies of trees,
creating long shadows
that dance upon the ground.
The Guanajibo River, when it rains,
roars with strength,
singing a powerful song
through the artery of the island,
until it empties in Cabo Rojo,
where its raging waters assault
the Caribbean Sea.
In the central mountain range,
the vibrant heart of my land,
nature and culture
embrace in perfect harmony.
Its eternal and majestic mountains
preserve history,
feel the wind,
and safeguard the memories
of its people.
My island pulses with these images,
bearing evidence of its unique essence
and eternal beauty.
My land, my roots—
the essence of who I am.